OOC: I finally have a complete character concept for the unnamed dark-haired woman. Now all I need is a name.
IC: The woman turned to Blesse and shot her a cold glare of contempt. "We are the recons for this mission, genius. Any other brilliant questions?"
"Ya, when do we tourch this one."
Blesse looked up at the woman, despite her hunched over appearance she still managed to lift her head up just enough to look at the woman who just insulted her. Meanwhile Xeon seemed to just give up on trying, he knew one thing about his owner, when she got mad, the Pilot light came on, other wise she was harmless.
Looking through the slits of the helm, attached to her fire suit designed to look like the Vlog Cub Set, the pure white eye shined through a little. The burned eye seemed to hold little apeal but something else seemed to take the place of her vision at that point, not quite anger, more like a malicious intent.
"Anything else you want to say sweat heart." Xeon was forced to say by Blesse.
The elevator gate opens up as a huge meadow reveals itself
"The smell of flowers... i can hear a slow gust.... this must be an aurora island.." He whispers
River walks slowly along the grass, as the wind blows back his cowl
"No ones here... so its fine i guess." He sat down
DrrrrrrrrRrRrTtTttTTTTTT
A static sound can be heard before the ground shakes wildly.
A lot of wolvers runs around in panic, and lumbers stumbles upon their large body.
"Earthquake !? No, its not natural" The blind tries his best to stand up properly
"And when i finally have peace..." He draws out his glacius
He stabs the sword deep to the ground, and watches as the gear beneath him slowly freeze itself
"That will slow down the tremor for a bit..." He pulls back his cowl
"I guess i should wait for the volunteers to get here.... I hope the haven has not receives this tremor"
OOC : Yeah, this one MIGHT need some GM intervention since it's being ignored 70~ posts ago...
Only minutes after the being known as the Finder had been unleashed, the Core was beginning to shut itself in again. A pin, one of the Six, had dropped into its slot; the others hung carefully in the air.
The Swarm, made stronger by the light, bent the shadows of corpses and terminals to a singular focal point, and from it arose a humanoid figure...a Knight.
The chains could be heard no longer as the light muted all but sweet, sweet death, though footsteps, made heavy by the armor the figure wore, tapped along the metallic floor as though it were stone. As soon as the figure covered enough distance, the focal point let out a bubbling shriek not unlike the one the Core made, and dissipated. The shadows did not dare return.
And the figure was beginning to sizzle.
[Custom Function 1 activated.]
A blue tendril, composed of millions of particles of Mist Energy, began to split and latch onto the various corpses strewn across the terminal. Though it was doubted that the Finder would leave a single corpse intact, at least the life support systems in each of the Knights would keep them alive long enough to get to the infirmary.
First, though, business has to be put aside.
The most important thing, first things first, was to look for Vaelyn. If anything, she probably had the most combat experience with her being an officer. If she could've at least fought for a few seconds against the monster, the Finder's re-existence could be verified...
(OOC: I am still very convinced at this point that Thin may throw down a M.knight Sharmalan twist at some point, Vinny's words only strengthened my suspicion, even if this woman isn't Gwen, she is still up to no good... sadly Saboteur won't be around to interrogate her.)
[Mezizas ran into the crowd with her obsidian sabre but was soon overwhelmed. The Apocrean worshippers walked over the corpses of their fellow citizens as they charged into Mezizas, the obsidian queen looked back only to see Saboteur banging his head to the ground, suffering from a headache. But this is not Saboteur's fault, the Acolytes seemed to be attacking the demo man from afar.]
Saboteur: *screams* "ARGH!!! MY SKULL!!! IT HURTS!!!"
Mezizas: "ARGH!!!" *jumps over the crowd* "KHARN!!! ZEETCH!!!"
[Mezizas harnessed her full power and extended her sabre into a zweihander, she wasn't about to be out done by her renegade acolytes, the obsidian queen performed a 360 degree swipe but Kharn and Zeetch blocked the attack with a magic force field.]
Acolyte Kharn: "You have no power here!!!"
Acolyte Zeetch: "Death to the heretical queen!!! Long live the harvester!!!"
[Zeetch drew the thousands of souls from the church sacrificial altar and created a hammer of solid mass. Meanwhile, Saboteur recovered from his headache and started to obliterating the Apocrean worshippers away with the Immolator, but he was slowly loosing ground.]
Acolyte Zeetch: "This is a gift from the harvester!!!" *slams the hammer at Mezizas*
Archemiday decided to walk away from the now distracted knight and away from the crowd, and found an empty space to sit. He started to play a calming tune slowly on his lute, in an attempt to calm people, at least for a short while.
OOC: All I know is that Barrus and a deaf guy, Kale and Thin's girl are going into the Aurora Isles. Huh
IC: "Alright team, move! Ignore any monsters, and do not engage unless forced to. We HAVE to get to the Core!" Barrus yelled at the team.
OOC: @Topogaming, I'm pretty clueless as well xD Too many people leading different parts.
IC: After about a minute I assumed that the abrupt departure of Barrus and his company meant that we were dismissed. I checked the Spiral Uplink, but despite the recent commotion, there was no outstanding orders for me. I guessed that things were relatively under control and decided to try to get some relaxation done in Haven before any other drama broke out.
I rearranged my utility belt so that I wouldn't get poked up the derriere by a qwadwrench when I tried to sit down, and looked for a place to sit. I didn't have to look for very long, because at that moment I noticed that there was a soothing melody coming from somewhere nearby. I followed my ears and saw the Knight that had approached me earlier blowing into his instrument. I sat down about two meters infront of him, crossed my legs and closed my eyes.
OOC: Well at this point, these are all the things you need to know about me.
Saboteur : the main male protagonist of the RP, he is the survivor of both the events of Winter Kingdom RP as well as the Immortal RP. In these RPs, he defeated the nefarious Apocrean queen by the name of Mezizas and had a run in with Gwen, and due the fact that Gwen dispersed a large amount of energy at Saboteur's vicinity, the demo man is affected by it, hence why all the premonitions.
A man who had his past wipped clean after a series of Asylum treatments and Beta blockers, suffering from PTSD, Saboteur forgotten his past, his family or his real name (his official name is Pythonne Siliensky and he is a part of the Morai havoc regiment during the war for Isora), and he is currently in the realm of Apocrea, trying to bargain with Mezizas for his freedom from her mental slavery.
Despite not been my most masculine male RP character (that spot is still belongs to Affraiel the renegade warden), Saboteur's outstanding mental endurance helped him survive Mezizas's brutal psychological torture. All in the while having what it takes to get the job done while still trash talk along the way, to him, there is no past, or future, only the present.
Mezizas: the sqaulid queen hailed from the land of Apocrea when she is exiled by her former servants, the four apocrean acolytes. Manipulative and power hungry, the obsidian queen will do anything and everything to attain more power. She was decimated by Saboteur during the battle in winter kingdom but survived when a fragment of her body resided inside Saboteur, in time, she regained her power and remanifested into her usual self.
Having developed a strange love for the demo man, Mezizas stayed with him up until now, although Saboteur does not share the same affection for the obsidian queen.
I haven't used Kale very often, but I would like to more.
He's just you're good old fashioned Guardian, comes from a long line of guardians, and likes to uphold that honor. Honor is important to him. He has a cousin, Luke, that he is protective of. He is content with his lot in life, and this leads to him not being very good and changing tact. He is no strategist, or stealthy ninja, but he can make sure nobody gets hurt.
(topo; Blesse joined your squad. She is not deaf, she is mute.)
Stepping off the lift Blesse just followed the Lieutenant. At this point she had already found some one to hate, even if it was due to a simple misunderstanding.
I wonder what happened down there.. This is why I enjoy simple things.
"Yes well, that's also what gets you in trouble ma'am. If anything, the simple things tend to keep you in the dark when it come to work." Xeon retorted to her comment to him.
River stood still in front of the terminal, still holding his glacius..
"They are quite late i must say" He glances at the sky
Slasher got up from the ground from the tremor and walked out of the Garrison.
"Need to get somewhere safe... Could always kill the Royal Jelly, AGAIN, and stay in the treasure room."
OOC: So we have a mute who forced something to talk for her? (Is that still 1 person?), a [classified] yet [classified] women, and Kale, the not very smart but very protective Guardian. And Barrus. Everyone, I want Barrus to find Vaelyn quicker, so let's.... all run for the elevators!
Barrus ran, and passed most of the monsters, before tripping on a branch. He was instantly surrounded by monsters. He raised his shield in a vain attempt to protect himself.
"Tch... my body has start reacting" His breath slowly turns cold
"Come on guys..." He fell to one of his knees
Blue runes can be seen to appear on his left arm
He takes what appeares to be a syringe from his back
The runes glows brighter..
Its... good.. to.. be....BACK !
The voice shuts up, as the syringe fluids enters the blind man body.
The runes glows dimmer, but can't seem to dissapear
"Damn herex and his experiment !" He grunts, slowly trying to stand up again
(( Why does no one post ? ))
Slasher looked around at Haven, but was not SEEING so to speak.
He stumbled off, making sure all his gear was on him.
(It would count, she is forcing a Battle Sprite to speak for her. It's a Bio-Engineered creature, it can really have anything a living creature can have, to an extent of course.)
Watching the Lieutenant rush off like that Blesse followed, but at a slower pace. For a Striker she was not really showing off that speed they where known for. Moving forwards Blesse saw the down man and instead of really helping she just primed the Pilot light then rushed into the fight. Once apon the downed Lieutenant the Firebug went to work lighting things ablaze. Of course Monster's where different than the Knights so the mental effect was not the same as if she where lighting a Knight on fire, but it seemed to get the message across.
"Sir, Are you alright? On the same note shouldn't get move carefully instead of just trying to get to the end?" Xeon said as she floated next to Blesse, speaking for the Mute Woman. Of course at the same time the Battle Sprite turned and blasted a Meteoric Firebolt, it didn't have longer horns for nothing, at one of the retreating monsters. As the burning meteoric like blaze headed to it's target a small drop of liqud, a redish-orange color dripped from the Drakon's mouth as he spoke again. "Dastardly wolves. Ma'am, you should save some ammo. So far you have used roughly Three Units."
Looking up Blesse shook her hand as she finished burning her creatures, anything the Lieutenant should have been able to get up and fight back some what by now.
OOC: My main character is kinda lazing around at the moment, so might as well get a side character to do something to introduce him to some action.
Ochre looked up from his desk as the 4th era antique Radio frequency communicator spurted its trademark static before a transmission.
"Seven, this is two-six-tree-tree-zero, message, over." a voice announced, the audio slightly warped from the years of use.
Ochre put down the book he was reading and reached over to pick up the receiver. "Seven." He responded. "Go ahead, over."
Nelson, hex-code ID-26330, Head Lab Officer was one of the few other Knights who knew this frequency and had the transmitter hardware to speak on the channel. "I have uploaded the analysis on the recent unusual seismic activity to your Uplink. The report is urgent and requires immediate review, over."
"Roger, out." Ochre said as he woke the computer on his desk from sleep and fired up the Uplink.
[SPIRAL UPLINK]
user_hex_code: 7
password: *************
~User Logged In~
WARNING: IMPERSONATING ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE MILITARY IS GROUNDS FOR IMMEDIATE TERMINATION
registered_name: F. E. Ochre
registered_rank: Lieutenant
registered_position: Naval Chief of Science
Ochre opened the two outstanding message awaiting his attention. He scratched his grey hair-covered head as he read them.
[Report 4-12291-26330] [Attachment]
[Request 4-12292-26330]
Clicking on [Confirm Mobilization Request and post to Public Spiral Uplink], Ochre switched his PC back into sleep mode and picked up his book again.
OOC: Varien (Vanguard with Gran Faust, and mumbles everything into a scarf that only his sprite can pick up) & Eve (His E-class Voice Emulator Sprite) are currently in the Haven Lab, trying to ask around about that last tremor above ground. Anyoone wants some interaction, head lab-ward.
IC:
Varien stepped into the large space of the lab, into a situation of bustling and confusion. Geologists and Researchers were rushing from console to console, trying to make sense of the origin behind the shaking. Concentrated groups were having heated discussions amidst the hassle, conflicted opinions coming across alot more hostile than they should have been, but were elevated due to the current situation.
As one geologist was about to raise his hand to another, Varien's hand caught it. Eve floated up gradually from her Master's shoulder, and began to address the arguing and stressed group of analysists.
"I understand that times are hectic, so I shall forgoe pleasantries such as introductions. We are wondering what the cause of the tremors may have been, and believed that the answer would have been found among your group. I sense however, that things are not as easy as we had first thought".
Varien released the arm of the geologist, who began to rub his wrist at the tight grip from the estranged vanguard beside him.
OOC: I am so sorry, but upon trying to think of a personality for Nelson, RWBY's Bartholomew Oobleck immediately came to mind and I haven't been able to shake the thought xD
Also, if anyone needs to control any Lab NPCs or Lab-related OC's I've brought up, feel free, I haven't gone into that deep of thought on who they are or how they act.
Nelson was scurrying about the lab, overseeing the various results of tests the instant they were spat out of their corresponding machines. He almost audibly screeched to a halt right behind the scolded Knights when he overheard Varien's inquiry.
"Superb!" he exclaimed, while adjusting his glasses and pressing some buttons on a handheld device.
"Yes, yes, I'm currently in need of a few curious Knights for an investigation mission regarding that very topic!" Nelson blurted. "The Uplink Resource Locator is at 12292, although it just goes on to explain that you'll need to shimmy down the S-.... Silver Queen? No, no, no. Wrong, wrong, wrong, my apologies, it was the the Sapphire Rook gate. Third floor. Easy mission. Oh, do say that you'll be participating!" Nelson looked at Varien with extraordinary amounts of optimism.
Reference: "Yes well, that's also what gets you in trouble ma'am. If anything, the simple things tend to keep you in the dark when it come to work."
For that, the dark-haired woman had no retort. It was true; it was the simple, little things that often made the biggest differences in such situations. She bowed her head and smiled. "Yes, of course, you're right. It was a good question, despite being painfully obvious. How terrible of me to question your intelligence."
The moment the elevator parked, Barrus made a break for the next elevator. Unfortunately, in his haste, he failed to notice a protruding branch along the ground, and tripped over it on his way out. Almost immediately, the nearby monsters seized the opportunity to attack him. A spray of thorns briefly drove them back, allowing the dark-haired woman to step in and charge her Barbarous Thorn Blade for another strike. "You okay Barrus? I find it unusual for a Spiral Lieutenant to be so careless."
Blesse, too, had some words of warning for him: "Sir, Are you alright? On the same note shouldn't get move carefully instead of just trying to get to the end?" For some reason, the lady found Blesse's questions funny, and snorted in an attempt to hide her laughter.
Varien glanced the odd analyst as he barraged him with a wall of words, which he pieced together may be a proposal for an expedition. After a brief pause, he mumbles something inaudible into his tattered scarf. Eve perked up upon hearing these words, and quickly broke off mid-sentence from the others from the last group. Within an instant, the perky E-class sprite hovered in front of her master, ready to translate his murmurs.
"Hello there sir, please excuse my master's mumbling. He isn't as audible as some would like, so I translate his vocalisation and project it thusly. I am an E-Class Battle Voice Emulator, or 'Eve' as my master has settle upon calling me. I concur with my master that despite your odd nature, we feel that such a venture is well within our capability, and dutifully accept".
Varien glared away, knowing full well he had rejected the idea, but had no intentions of speaking forward. Eve was always looking for ways to make him more active, and avoid constant slouching around Haven. Varien slumped his head and gave a grouchy thumbs up to show his agreement. Eve rattled with excitement that another ploy to render her master more active had worked, and pressed further into what the mission would be.
"So what is it that you hope to learn from this venture, and will you be accompanying us?"
Varien knew it. This sprite was going to be the death of him.
Blesse looked at the woman who snorted at her Sprites question.
Is this what I am going to have to deal with? Whatever I still have things to burn."
Turning her back Blesse went back to work burning the land around, no more surprises for this squad. Slash and burn was going to be the rule here, a rule this firebug tend to live by. Looking back over her shoulder, still slightly hunched over, she noted in the direction of a set of brambles.
"I will ask them. Excuse me," The Drakon asked, "but would it not be wise to clear our path directly in the direction we are needed instead of trying to just force ourself's down the middle? As we saw, moving blindly is just going to lead to our down fall. I understand that our situation is dire and we need to move post-haste, but in this case we should move with cause can causion for our enemies here may take advantage of our current situation." It seemed Xeon was rather fancy with his words, not like his master when she took control of his voice.
Kale started forward to support Barrus, but the other two reached his aid before he could. He caught up and readied his shield,
"I think the striker may be correct, even if time is not on our side, acting rashly can lead to mistakes."
Kale looked back and balanced his Axe on his shoulder, ready to use at a. Moments notice.
As Barrus lay on the floor, something curious caught his eye: Blood.
And lots of it. Some of it was mixed in with tufts of fur. Some of it lay alongside pools of oil and lubricant. And some of it leaked from pieces of human flesh. It was obvious that a battle occurred here. But the clue that gave away the identity of the human was the dead body of a knight, riddled with small holes and numerous cuts indicative of death at the edge of a rapier.
Or two.
OOC: 2 rapiers? Wow, I was wrong Thin, Gwen never uses Rapiers ... Oh wait ...
[As the battle raged on in the desolate land of Apocrea, Saboteur saw the same vision as the knight now dead in front of Barrus, a woman, holding 2 rapiers torned the knight apart, the fear and the pain felt by the knight before his death was felt by Saboteur. Enraged by this woman's folly, Saboteur charged up his obsidian immolator and pushed away the swarming Apocreans with a fully expanded orb. He dashed across the corpses and came to Mezizas' aid, who was nearly crushed by a hammer made of souls.]
Saobteur: *shouts* "ARGH!!! How could the core do something like this!"
Mezizas: *turns to Saboteur* "What are you talking about? Stop worrying about cradle and help me!"
Acolyte Kharn: "The baneful queen and her minion still live!" *draws souls from the altar* "WHAT?!"
[Acolyte Kharn looked back at the altar and realized that the sacrificial pool was empty, Mezizas was the one who siphoned the remaining souls while he and Zeetch were too distracted.]
Acolyte Zeetch: "No!!! NO!!! She has all the souls now!!! Retreat!!!"
Mezizas: *laughs* "You are going no where!!!"
[Kharn casted a portal and fled to the upper level of the obsidian catheral, Zeetch tried to make a break for the portal but was tackled down by Saboteur. Mezizas, now powered up by the souls flowing in her vein, pushed Saboteur away before grabbing Zeetch by the throat. She had long waited for this moment, exacting retribution against the people who exiled her.]
Acolyte Zeetch: "No!!! Milady!!! Please forgive me!!!"
Mezizas: "Forgive me ------?" *chockes Zeetch*
Acolyte Zeetch: *panics* "FORGIVE ME PLEASE!!!"
Mezizas: "Not good enough-" *breaks Zeetch's neck* *looks at the cathedral ceiling* "I know you are out there, Sluneesh, Narga and Kharn!!! When this day is over, your heads shall roll!"
Saboteur: *shakes his head and sighs* "Mezizas... You are just like Gwen... no... you are worse..."
Mezizas: *grins at Saboteur* "Hate me if you will... but this is my land after all..."
Saboteur: *shoots another Apocrean citizen* "And that gives you the right to kill people?!"
Mezizas: *cuts down another Apcrean citizen* "Might makes right, Demo man, you and the core spirit should know this the best..."
OOC: I said rapiers, not short swords. Good guess though.
The wind blows slowly, and the grass rustle along.
"Like a calm, before a storm" River pants
---- 2 years ago ----
Everything was black, all i could feel is the cold of the tank...
River opened his eye, in this time he is not yet blind..
"Ah ! you are awake Test subject #04 , ready for the test ?" A gremlin chuckled
He turned around and noticed he has been shackled in a large tank. He moved his head around, and realized that he has became a lab mouse in some sort of research faccility
"Where am i ?.." He glanced at the gremlin
"Let's just say somewhere deep beneath the cloackworks. My men found you lying unconcius in the ground, so they brought you here" He chuckled again
The isoran looked at his left arm and found a strange blue rune crawling up to his shoulder
"What is this !?" He screamed
"Ah well, lets just start the test ! Have you ever heard about the devilites way of turning tortodrones alive ?" Suddenly every light in the facility turns on, revealling a giant machinery and tons of gremlins researcher surrounding it.
"What the heck is that !"
"Psh, don't be suprised that is just my way of doing things ! The bigger the better eh ?! Well anyways back to the topic at hand ! The feindish worker have found a way of 'possesing' the tortodrones.. With their technology they have acheived a way to duplicate a consciusness to another !" The gremlin keeps on chattered.
River pulled his locks, but can't seem to even scratch it.
"Now, we gremlins dicided to copy that means.. However we are not going to do it like them. While their actually takes control over them, ours make their physical abilities controled ! That is what you call s revolution in science ! Bwahahaha !" He laughs
"Well anyway, just imagine facing an invisible scorcher ! Or a mender that can smash you to bits ! With this we will be invicible !...." He paused for a moment " Sadly we can't just go on and plug this machine to everyone.. We need to test it first ! And lucky for you, we chose you as our lab rat ! Of course if it works you will be executed right away before anything happens ! Now we don't want the isoran to have this tech aren't we , hmmm ?!"
"I have no idea what are you talking about !" River screams
"Heh, no matter ! Start the procces !"
The tank slowly filled it self with water, and its very cold
"We are putting you to cryosleep for safety mister.." One of the researcher spoke
On the other side the isoran can indentify a tank, seens like an icecube is captivied there...
---- Now ----
"They better come here fast!"
(( Hey thin ! is that kind of past ok in this RP ? ))
Slasher stumbled his way into the labatory.
"Just, can't figure out where to go."
[Saboteur and Mezizas combined their might and pushed the Apocrean worhsippers back, all the way out side the door along a trial of dead bodies. Saboteur could care less about dead apocreans right now, after emptying the first level of the cathedral, Saboteur and the obsidian queen barricaded the large entrance with church furnitures as well as magic seals. They took a while to rest before planning their next move with the three remaining acolytes.]
Saboteur: *sits onto the rocky floor* "...Ugh.. my head..." *takes off the helmet* "One hour has passed, and all I could see in my mind is the core, cackling at my fellow knights's demises. Her name was Gwen I think... back in the castle of Vern... she set you free from the other realm... I may be wrong... but I doubt anyone in the clockwork will just kill for sport other than her..."
Mezizas: *leans to a pillar and gasps* "Oh, I almost forgot," *pants* "I have to thank Gwen for setting me free! If it weren't for her, we wouldn't be together!" *giggles*
Saboteur: *sighs* "Sometimes I wished that I just died... but everythime when I want to end my life in a blaze of glory, some thing just pops up and steal it away from me..."
Mezizas: "How do you want to die anyway?"
Saboteur: "Oh, I don't know, get blown away as I set off a tonne of C4 stacked onto some bad guy... and then my girlfriend puts me on her lap as she mourn for my death... sounds like a good death to me... so, how do we get to the second level of the cathedral?"
(( Nice! Thanks thin! well lets continue ))
River stares deep to the sky...
---- 2 years ago ----
"Entering procces 1 !" The machine jolted to life as the generator beside it are powering up
"Complete ! Entering procces 2 !" The rune on river left arm started to glow in a ridiculously bright blue
"GAAAAAH !" He screeched, and realized the icecube has the same rune on its core
"Complete ! Entering procces 3 !" Some sparks came out of the machine
"Failure ! Sir the generator are overheating !" The researchers informed the gremlin
"Continue it ! We can let this test subject perish anyway !" He pushed back the researcher
The machine hums really loud before the entire facility goes to a black out.
Test complete... Please clean up after it..
"Thats strange.... i though the facility went down..." The gremlin spoke
The only thing that lights the room is river's and the icecube's rune..
Suddenly the light jolted back on, revealing both subject is unconcius.
"Allright open the tanks !" The gremlin grins in succes
CCCCCccccccsssss,,,...
The tank opened letting out a tsunami of water...
Strangely the water frooze as it leak out, so does the inside of the tank.
"Run the scan !" The gremlin ordered
A light of green shined through river's body
"Sir.Herex ! A lot of damage has been aplied !" A researcher screams
"Say it !" Herex walked to the tank
"Permanent eye damage ! Heavy frostbite ! Mediun heart damage ! Heavy muscle damage ! Minor anemia !" He readed the scan results
"Anemia ?! Why does he have anemia ?" Herex rushed to the tank and released the chains
"Bring him to the inframary and order the doctor to give treatment ! We will continue later !" He ordered
The researcher pulled river to the exit as the rest cleaned the mess.
"What the heck ? First the blackout then anemia ? This is bizzare..." He walks around, and glanced at the icecube tank
"Oh shi..." He realized the icecube is gone..
He picked up a broken pipe, and rushed to the inframary.
As he ran along the corridor the air becomes colder
"CRAP ! CRAP ! CRAP !" He sweared along the way
He kicked through the door....
Only to find the entire inframary has been froze solid.
"ALERT ! A TEST SUBJECT ESCAPED !" His sound resonated through te area.
I need a reply. Not just might, especially if you guys are headed towards the terminal.
I have no obvious hook to work off of. It's a cool story post, don't get me wrong, but I don't know where to begin a reply. I'm sorry I didn't talk about this sooner.
OOC : In that case, I'll just clarify the last sentence of that post...
BIC :
The hooded figure scours the Terminal to look for Vaelyn. Some of the Knights, thanks to the custom function of that person's equipment, might be able to survive and recount at least some of the events.
Does the person's efforts go in vain?
A cursory examination of the terminal yields no definitive information. However, one of the cameras is showing a dark, vaguely feminine figure wielding a whip and a torture tool. It appears to be speaking to someone offscreen. The data log accompanying the camera indicates that the elevator to that area held the weight of about two knights, and there were several brief (but very strong) power surges.
The person touches the screen, and flickers in and out of existence for a moment, before a loud scream verifies its own self-banishment into a vat of pure energy.
~~~
Unlike the person's prior arrival via the shadows, a light glows from the surveillance camera in said area, until the machine itself pops from the sheer energy contained within its circuits.
And sprouting from it, in a cascade of white sparks, the person re-appears below the broken camera, electricity dancing along its dark curves.
The person reappeared...a bit too late. The power had been cut for several minutes before it was restored by gremlin engineers, so the person didn't arrive until then. The reason for the power cut soon became obvious: a fight had broken out between the dark woman and her prisoner. And from the looks of it, it was an intense fight - blood splatters, scorch marks, and craters littered the room. In one corner was a pair of poles with broken cuffs attached to them; that must have been the torturing area. Pools of blood and vomit lay below where the prisoner would have been hung.
But the most interesting sight was in the very center of the room. The dark feminine figure, so alive when first seen on the video camera, was now dead, riddled with numerous small gashes and deep scratches. She was laid on her back with her arms crossed over her chest in burial style, and her own sword was driven through the center of her forehead into the ground, almost perfectly vertical.
If nothing else, the prisoner had style when he/she killed the captor.
OOC: I just realised that when talking about my main character, "Hex", that I'm the only person in this thread speaking from first-person. Is this a no-no in an RP or is it okay?
Also, post 126 was (quite literally) bleeding obvious, I don't know how "Gwen" could be a "Good guess" :P
Finally, #137: "feminine figure wielding a whip and a torture tool", this just got interesting ^^ lolololol
"Hello?" Nelson looked at Eve, startled. "So it was you who spoke earlier, inplace of master... " He paused as he checked his HUD.
"Varien, if I am not mistaken? It is a pleasure to meet the both of you. And yes, yes, 'odd'. I do seem to many as a rather eccentric fellow. I hope that this does not result in you thinking less of me."
Nelson slapped the top of his head and stared up at the roof momentarily, as if retrieving something from his brain.
"Oh dear! My humblest apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Officer Nelson, the onsite director for the Laboratory and its related branches. I am still familiarizing myself with the protocols as I am only a stand-in while the previous Lab director is preoccupied with the final inspection on our wonderful Lady Skylark.
Our current crisis is made no less unpleasant due to the remaining Lab staff being primarily comprised of freshmen, for lack of a superior term. Seniors Hahn and Morlin volunteered to stay to finalize their projects here, however all the other long-labcoats relocated skywards."
He held out a piece of paper to Varien, scribbled across it the characters: Q133. His eyes darted to the side for a moment, looking at the Laboratory entrance behind Varien, a figure ungracefully entering through it.
Nelson continued. "You'll connect in to that comms channel, yes? If you happen across any other volunteers for this sortie, please do inform them to do the same,"
[Saboteur suffered another premonition, this time, he saw through the eyes of an unknown person, he saw himself binded in culfs, the scene was so real that he could hear the foot steps of a pair high heeled boots, a whimp slash later, Saboteur felt the same pain as the prisoner. But he wasn't about to submit, he didn't yield to Mezizas, he is not about to yield to this mysterious captor. Adrenaline flowed into the veins of the prisoner and in a blinding burst of fury, Saboteur planted a sword into the captor's head. A cruesome sight for the demo man, but he quickly returned to the reality, sitting on the steps of the sacrificial altar, Saboteur looked back only to see Mezizas, shuffling around the battle ridden cathedral great hall in search of a secret elevator.]
Saboteur: *sighs* "I think my first vision might be wrong... Vaelyn... she might be under the core's thrall..." *sneers* "Wait, why am I even bothering explaining my visions to you? All you cared about is your power..."
Mezizas: *looks under a table* "Well, I am all ears, listening to your day dreams sure was fun..." *turns to Saboteur* "Hey, I said I need your help. Come on, your name is Saboteur, blow something up already!"
Saboteur: "How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't bring any bombs?" *looks around* "Wait... I see something..."
Varien looked at the scribble briefly, before shrugging to himself and began tapping fingers into the side of his helmet to set his comm to the code. Eve looked at her master, a queried look shaping her small digital eyes. She turned back toward the eccentric analyst.
"So we simply descend to this level, and await instruction from you by that point onward on what to do next, correct?"
Eve floated patiently in front of her master, as Varien was bemused by how many different channels there had been on his way to finding the one he was given. Cooking channel, Sprite Discussion Channel, Colliseum Channel, Devilite Fancub Channel...He made a mental note never to connect to that last one ever again...
A few more seconds adjusting, and it was set to the correct channel. Varien gave it a few taps, to see if anyone else was on this channel. After a brief pause he mumbled something into the comm, and realised an issue. He tapped his sprite on its metallic casing, making it bob every time and drawing her attention.
"Yes master Varien, what seems to be the issu-"
Eve instantly figured it out as she eyed her Master pointing between his scarf and his comm, an agitated mumble rising from beneath the tattered cloth. Eve sighed as she began to tune herself to the channel, and yet again spoke for her master.
"Testing, Testing, 1. 2. 3. This is comm channel Q133, in use for an expedition to Level 3, under the authority of Officer Nelson".
Eve transmitted input of the channel to her master's comm, so he could hear any reply, but would not log any mumbles into the channel. Both waited patiently for any sign of response...
"Ma'am?" Xeon said, aloud once he noticed the state of things on the ground.
Ya I saw, we should move extra carefully because of this. I wish I had my hammer now. Blesse typed to Xeon via her helm. It was truly a horrible sight, bit somethings you get use to at this stage of serves for the Order. Standing up fully now Blesse showed her full hight as well as muscle as she reached down to pick up the Lieutenant. She clearly had to have some muscle to be a Striker and still lug around a tank full of Fuel.
While Varient fiddled with his helmet, Eve asked about directives. "So we simply descend to this level, and await instruction from you by that point onward on what to do next, correct?"
"Well now! That would depend on what you discover down there. Once you're connected to the channel, the approximate coordinates of whatever thingamajig caused the quake will be uploaded to your tac-map. I'm pretty certain that whatever caused such a bloated disruption shouldn't be that difficult to locate. Well, of course, provided that whatever it was is still there."
The Geo-Knight, still clutching his wrist suddenly spoke up. "What's that supposed to mean!?"
"It means that Mr. Nelson confirms that the source could be a mobile construct, probably Project R-2!" the Tech-Knight he was previously arguing with gloatingly retorted.
"Hush, hush! I'm not confirming anything!" Nelson snapped, although not sounding very commanding. The two rookie Techs remained quiet, obviously intimidated by the presence of the Vanguard. He turned back to Varient. "If it's hostile, you give it a good nogging. If it's safe, recover it. If you have any questions, I'll be on the line."
"Testing, Testing, 1. 2. 3. This is comm channel Q133, in use for an expedition to Level 3, under the authority of Officer Nelson" came through the comms.
A Knight at the communications desk spoke into his headpiece. "Control, channel Q133. Status is secure, four connections. We confirm your signal deviation is 0%."
Eve bobbed in confirmation of the response, around the same time, Varient did the same via a slight nod. The sprite nestled itself on the Vanguard shoulder as he turned to leave. Eve whispered to her master, trying to gaige what was running through his head.
"Master, do you think it is that mobile thing those rookies were murmuring about?"
Varient shrugged as he carried on pacing out of the lab, straight past the figure that had shambled in the lab, not really concerning him. Eve continued to converse with her master.
"Maybe its a Gremlin super-tech that could destroy all of Haven, and the tremor was it just starting up?!"
Varient glanced sideward toward his sprite, and simply stared at it. Eve got the message, and quickly piped down. The pair turned out into the town square, the area still quite busy and packed. A few people had calmed down, but a few more were still unsure of what the tremors were, and still making a bit of a scene. The pair ignored the panicking of said indivduals, and made way to the entrance of the arcade, to descend upon the request of Officer Nelson.
The aurora isles wind blows slowly...
"I smell blood on the air... I hope their fine..." River whispered
"Funny... Reminds me of THAT day." He grins
---- 2 years ago ----
My vision is bluring... Blood can't stop pouring from my arm... And i can barely walk....
He leans againts the wall, his breath is really heavy yet really cold.
"What's happening... *Huff* I can't move my arm... *Huff*" He glanced at the rune on his left arm, soaked in blood
"There he is ! Seize him !" A group of thwaker rushes in
"No... STOP !" He screamed, as the rune glows brighter....
His left arm then liquidify, turning into a jelly like substance
"What the heck is that ?! Kill that freak !" One of the thwaker leaped to the injured knight
His hand solidfy, making somesort of an ice spike
Then the world start slowing down.....
"I am supposed to use this ??" He lifted his left arm, which seems to nod... huh
He rushes to the leaping gremlin easily, and stabed his heart
The world continues its time, as the thwaker froze instanly
"The heck ? Thats nit even natural ! Its to fast !" A thwaker runs back
"You coward ! What will master says if he saw you ?" Only two thwakers remain
The left hand starts morphing again this time it turns into some sort of cannon
River grins and aimed for the ground..
"I can't control it... *pant* but in this situation i don't need control" The cannon fired
A bramble came out from its nozzle in a really fast speed, hitting the floor between the gremlins
The ground froze up, locking the two gremlins in place
"Huh, handy.." He walked away
However his left hand pulled him back, as it turns into a whip
"Stop it ! Their not a threat anymore !" River pulled back
Blood spilled all over his face...
It whipped the gremlins heads, freezing and shattering both..
River fells onto his knees... Even he has never done something so brutal...
OOC: Since I'm controlling multiple characters, I guess I should probably switch to third person. Apologies for any confusion caused.
Also, trying to not push forwards too fast since there are a couple people who haven't posted for a bit.
Hex got up, brushing the dirt off his Raiment. His Uplink whirred as it downloaded the details of the most recent job request.
I guess if we're going to be leaving this place soon, I could do one last easy mission to unwind.
Hex dialed in the numbers on the end of the request URL. "I'm accepting mission 12291 which was posted on the Uplink," he said, after the blip tone confirmed a successful connection.
Nelson's face fizzled in on my HUD. "Splendid, a Tech-Knight. I would have delegated the task to one of my own accomplices but as the situation stands, we've all got our hands full."
"Sorry I haven't been able to assist with the Lab work, Officer." Hex apologized. The two weren't acquainted, but Hex recalled seeing Nelson's face on the weekly promotion announcements.
"No, no, no! This works out perfectly. I would like to account for the possibility that the disturbance is of a much higher caliber than anything we'd normally encounter on a floor so surface-proximate, so sending just a Knight of the theoretical sciences would be a tad risky."
Hex called him out on that. "Wait a minute. Just? Why would it be risky? Am I going alone?" This job started looking like more trouble than it was worth.
"Most certainly not. I am in a bit of a hurry to retrieve the results on this endeavor, so I've only successfully enlisted a single Knight, other than yourself. A Vanguard, though. Additionally, your file here says you have no issues dealing with hostiles."
My file? Did he just read the whole thing in the short period of time we've been talking?
"I trust there will be no issues with the mission?" Nelson continued.
Not wanting to let down his senior, Hex reluctantly agreed.
"Excellent. I assume you have perused all the related mission documents?" He didn't need nor wait for an answer from Hex: that was on file too. "The channel for the mission is Q133. I believe your other squad member already skedaddled off in the direction of the Arcade."
Hex thanked Nelson before closing the connection and setting his comms to the mission channel. "Hello?" he spoke sheepishly into his mouthpiece.
OOC: Sorry guys. Been away for 2 days on volunteer work. Will be away for ANOTHER two days for camp. So.... Barrus is gonna need you to support him. I will do my best and TRY to post.
IC: Barrus looked up, and suddenly saw a masked figure. His mouthed formed a shout, but a tranquilizer dart hit him, and he slumped to the floor. The last thing he spoke was, "Find her. I need to see her. In person."
OOC: I think I know a really good direction to take this story now. The overall plot has filled in a little bit more in my head.
Also, the dark-haired woman now has a name: Cecilia.
IC: Since Barrus would normally have taken issue with people messing with the scene before he'd had a good look at it, Cecilia seized the opportunity to examine it for herself once he fell unconscious.
The dead knight was laying face-down. Cecilia rolled him over and brushed the platinum-white hair out of his pale face so she could process him in the databanks. His silver eyes were bloodshot and constricted, and his forehead and cheeks showed signs of extended tension.
Identity: Grell Bancher
Eyes: brown
Hair: dark brown
Skin: medium
MATCHED BY FACIAL STRUCTURE. NON-MATCHING FEATURES.
Then Cecilia suddenly had a hunch. When she opened his mouth, her hunch was justified - he had eaten something. She carefully pulled a piece of flesh from between his teeth; judging from the moist fur, it likely belonged to a wolver.
Could he be the cause of all this destruction? Or was his killer the cause of this destruction? Or both, perhaps? There's no way to know whether his killer was working with him or against him. All we do know is that his killer wielded rapiers. It could have been Vaelyn, or it could have been anyone. Goodness knows those darn toothpicks are popular these days.
She turned to Blesse and ordered, "Burn it all."
Reaching up the Striker pet the side of her Drakon. After a second of the creature cuddling her hand she let it go. To any normal owner this seemed like nothing, but after a second the creature blasted forwards moving just out of sight before rushing back in, on his way he let down a blast of fire in a Frenzied Firestorm. As the blaze set in Blesse looked back at the woman, and unseen smile touched her lips as she held her hand for her pet to land.
"Excuse me, it seems I might have gone a little over the top ma'am." Xeon said as he looked over his handy work. Sure as he said, his blaze seemed to be larger then was needed as well as holding a stronger flame then normal.
Naw, you did good. Blesse replied petting him.
(First off. Sorry I am working 10 hour shifts as of late. Second I will get back to posting now.)
Walking in the direction of the lifts Blesse quickly, but with her head still down and slightly hunched over because of the tank, made her way onto the lift. All the while she was moving Xeon, her fully Evolved Drakon had stayed right above her like some kind of marker for people to know where the firebug was. Through his eyes, on her HUD, she made her way through the group, all the while giving a muted sigh.
Once on the lift Xeon spoke aloud. "Excuse me, but did the Recon do any work before you started this mission on such a whim. It seems illogical we are just rushing into a unknown battle with out proper intel."
For a moment Xeon froze as his voice became more Robotic.
"Also, are we stopping at a gear locker at some point. I need to refill my tank and get my secondary."It seemed Blesse was able to over ride Xeon's speech to insert her own, via text-to-speech. Works well for a mute person.